I'm performing in a production of The Vagina M0nologues this year. My main mon0logue is "My Angry V*gina" which is a pretty fun one. I get to bitch about the multitude of things that get shoved up us. I don't love everything in the show, but I like the dialog the show tends to spark.
(For instance, I learned that it is illegal to sell vibrators in Indiana! Apparently people are able to get around this by labeling them as "novelty" items.)
I guess my own vagina confession would be that the poor thing gets no play. In the monologue I talk about cold duck lips and I thought of all my IF gals: How so many of you have dildocams and speculums and catheters for IUI. How so many of you have to put suppositories there. How hard you work to bleed or not bleed each month. How some of you plan when to have sex. How much thought goes into your (insert name for vagina and corresponding parts here. Lady-bits, va-jayjay, coochie snorter, vagina, who-ha, etc. And yes, I recognize that the vagina is a world away from, say, the ovaries, but this is my blog and I can lump 'em all in together if I want to.)
My vagina has none of that.
The only action my vagina has gotten recently was a tampon like three weeks ago. I can't remember the last time I had the s.e.x. but it's probably been a month. (Honey, if you're reading this, stop. And yes, I know it's my fault too. Maybe I'll get crazy and shave my legs this weekend.) I haven't had a PAP smear in a year and a half. (Er, I need to take care of that.)
I feel like my vagina is going along with my IVF plans - she's in wait. We can't afford to do it right now, so she has gone into hibernation until that time. I don't think much about her except when I am cramping. We're just kind of platonic roommates, waiting until the lease is up to figure out if we're going to keep living together.
So what kind of relationship do you have with your vagina? Has that changed since IF?